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Goodbye mrs Cat

For a while I knew this moment would come. One of the two cats who live here, was sick. Something with the liver. Under treatment for a while. But things got worse, and worse. Last fridaynight I searched for the emergency vet, because cat was not well.

Today, when I drove home from work, I knew that this would be the last hour cat would be alive. Just an hour ago, she stopped breathing. The vet gave her an injection. Poor little cat.

She was fifteen. She was sick. She was in pain. Didn’t eat, didn’t drink. Poor little cat.
She is buried now, under the soil, with her blanket, and her toy. I can’t help it, but I cry.
I cry for the cat.